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When Stacy woke up, it took her a moment to realize...she had wet the bed.

She panicked.

"Oh, no!" she thought, "I can hide this. I have to." Her pajama pants were soaked between her legs down to her knees, her bottom bed sheet had a big wet spot. Her top sheet was wet, too, but her blankets were dry. Stacy got up and covered her bed. She hurried to take off her pajamas and panties. She went to the closet and got a plastic bag that she had hidden for such an emergency. Stacy had not had an accident for several months, but she knew the consequences. She had hoped that now that she was 13, she could stop wetting the bed.

Stacy put the wet clothes in the bag, tied it shut, and hid it in the closet.

"Oh, no," she said. She did not have anything to dry herself off.

She panicked again. Stacy desperately looked around.

"Aha!" she thought.

She pulled back the comforter on her bed, and used her blanket to dry her legs, groin, and butt. Stacy quickly re-covered her bed and went to her dresser. She put on clean panties and pajamas. She looked at the clock.

It was almost time for Stacy's mom to come and wake her for school. She felt lucky that she woke up when she did.

Stacy decided to go to the bathroom; that would make her parents think she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and keep her mom from coming in her bedroom. Stacy went to the bathroom, which was right across the hall. When she came out, her mom was just coming up to wake her.

"Oh," Mom said, "You're up early."

"Yeah, well, I had to use the bathroom," Stacy said.

"Oh," Mom said, "Are those the p.j.'s you wore to bed last night?" Stacy was nervous, "Duh. Yes, Mom" They went downstairs. Stacy's Dad was eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast at the kitchen table.

"'Morning, hon'," he said to Stacy.

"Are those the pajamas you wore last night?"

"Yes, daddy," she replied and sat down at the table.

"Hm," he said, "Okay." Stacy and her parents ate their breakfast. Stacy forced the food into her nervous stomach. She hurried upstairs, went to her room and got dressed.

She wore blue jeans, and a pink t-shirt, and put her dark hair up in a ponytail. Stacy went downstairs and told her parents "good bye" and walked down the street to the bus stop.

Stacy spent the day planning how to get her wet clothes clean without her parents finding out, and worrying that they would find out what she had done.

Like most days, Stacy went to stay at her friend Nellie's house after school. They walked there, talking about this and that. At Nellie's house, Nellie's mom made the girls a snack and they went to be alone in Nellie's room.

"Don't forget," Nellie said at one silent point, "My birthday is next month, and you know what that means."

"Slumber party," Stacy said half-heartedly.

"What's wrong?" Nellie asked.

" had an accident last night."

"Oh, my gosh."

"I know."

"That's okay, it was just an accident, you've been dry for months now, haven't you?"

"Yes, but...what if..."

"Don't worry about it. Just wear a Goodnite." Stacy sighed, "Yeah, you're right. I guess it will be okay."


Stacy's dad picked her up at the usual time.

"How was your day, hon?" he asked.

"Oh," she replied, "It was all right." When they got home, Stacy's mom was just coming home from the opposite direction. They all greeted each other and went inside. Mom asked, "So, did you tell her?"

"No," dad said.

"What is it?" Stacy asked nervously.

"Sit down," dad said. Stacy sat at the kitchen table, and mom and dad sat down, too.

Mom said, "Stacy, we found the wet sheets and pjs." Tears came to Stacy's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry-I-I just-I didn't-I didn't-"

"Baby," mom said, "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay, because now-now I'll-I have to-"

"What?" dad said, "Are you upset about having to wear Goodnites?"

"Yes," Stacy sobbed.

"It was just one accident. I'm 13 now. I'm done wetting my bed!"

"Stacy, baby," mom said, "Would you rather you soak your sheets like last night? Wouldn't you rather wake up dry and clean?"

"The Goodnites don't really keep me dry."

"But," dad said, "They keep you bed from getting wet, cold, and smelly."

"Yeah, that's true," Stacy sniffed.

"Listen, hon," dad said, "you know the rules. You will wear the Goodnites every night for one week, and keep the plastic sheet on you bed for one month after each accident."

"But - "

"No arguments. Also, you are grounded for one week because you lied to us."

Stacy hardly drank anything at dinner. She drank nothing after dinner. At bedtime, she felt dehydrated, but she did not care. She was determined not to have another accident. Stacy said "good night" to her parents and went upstairs to go to bed. Stacy saw that her mother had left a Goodnite out on the bed. Pouting, Stacy took off her pajama pants and panties. She threw the panties in the clothes hamper. She quickly unfolded the diaper and pulled it on, then quickly put her pants back on. The Goodnite was soft and comfortable on her groin and butt. She hated the tightness on her legs and waist, but she knew that kept them from leaking.

Stacy pulled down the bed covers and was surprised at what she saw. Lying across the bed where her butt would lay was a wide, rectangular, cotton pad.

'What is this?' she thought. Stacy lifted up the end closest to her. The bottom of the pad was blue and felt like plastic.

"Jesus," she muttered.

She put the pad back down. There was a knock at the door; it was her mother's knock.

"Come in," Stacy said.

"Hi, hon'," mom said, "I see you found the bed pad. It's something new.

It protects the sheet."

"Yeah, well, good-good night, mom."

"Stacy, did you put the Goodnite on?" She sighed, "Yes, mommy."

"Can I see it?" Stacy pulled down her waistband a few inches for a second, then right back up.

"Thank you, baby," mom said.

"Good night." She turned out the light and closed the door.

Stacy got into bed. The plastic sheet crackled under her movement. She soon fell asleep, and hoped that she would wake up dry.

When she awoke in the morning, it took Stacy a few seconds to remember the diaper she wore. She stretched her body and the plastic sheet made that loud crinkling sound. Stacy reached down and felt the Goodnite. It was dry! 'Yes!' she thought. Stacy happily got out of bed and undressed, hurriedly removing the Goodnite, and putting her pants back on. She stuffed the diaper in the bathroom garbage and proudly peed in the toilet.

Downstairs, her parents could tell by the smile on her face that Stacy had stayed dry. They were proud of her. She had a great day at school.


After a few nights, Stacy was used to the Goodnites again. It was now four dry nights since the accident that caused her parents to put her back in the diapers (see Part 1). Stacy was happy and confident that she would be dry for the rest of the week, and she was excited about her friend Nellie's upcoming birthday party. That one night had been a freak accident after five dry months.

When Stacy's mother woke her up on the fifth morning, she quickly realized what had happened. The pull-up was wet, and so were her legs. Her pj pants were soaked from the leaky diaper.

"Good morning, honey," mom said. She was going to ask whether Stacy was dry, but the look on the 13 year-old's face gave her the answer.

"It's okay, baby," she said as Stacy began to cry.

"I'm not a baby," Stacy sobbed.

"I know, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry. Come on, get up, I'll help you."

"No, I don't want you to see me like this," Stacy said with tears rolling down her face.

"OK, I'll go." Mom left the bedroom.

Stacy pushed the blankets away. Her pj pants weren't too bad, but both her inner thighs were wet. The bed pad had even protected her sheets.

"Well, that's good anyway," Stacy thought. Stacy knew the pj pants would have to be washed right away, so she stripped, rolled up the pants, and rolled up the pull-up to throw in the bathroom garbage. She got a look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was becoming a woman on the outside, but it seemed like her inside didn't know it.

When she went down stairs after her shower, she said, "I know, one week from today, I get out of the Goodnites, and one month from today, I get to take the plastic sheet off."

"That's right," dad said.

"It re-sets every time you have an accident. One other thing, your mother and I feel that when the plastic sheet comes off, you should keep the bed pad under the sheet just in case you do have an accident."

"All right, dad," Stacy said.

"I know today is Saturday, and you want to have fun, but - "

"I know, dad, I'm still grounded for lying. You don't have to rub it in," she frowned at him.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to make it clear right now what my answer will be if you ask me if you can go out or anything. I guess I was a little rude, but I want to avoid having a fight later."

"OK, I understand."

Stacy ate breakfast with her parents, then spent the morning watching TV. She was very bored, and later in the afternoon, she fell asleep on the couch.

Stacy had a dream. She was her 13-year-old self, but she was wearing nothing but a white crinkly baby diaper with cartoon prints on it. She was at home, playing on the floor with some toys. She felt that her diaper was wet, but she didn't mind. It was warm and snug. Suddenly, Stacy felt herself pee into the diaper. She felt it soaking in and expanding the diaper. It became big and hard between her legs. She found her movements restricted; she fell on her back and began to cry. She took her feet in her hands, and rocked on her back as she cried. Her dad came and picked her up, and said, "There, there, baby Stacy. Daddy will change you now."

Stacy suddenly realized she could talk, "NO!" she said, "I a big girl, now! I change myself, daddy!"

Dad took her and laid her on the changing pad on her bed. She thrashed around and screamed "No!" But, dad was bigger and stronger and he didn't care if she did kick him, he un-taped her thick, soggy diaper, grabbed her ankles, and picked her butt off the diaper. Then, Stacy peed on the changing pad, she was horrified that she was making a little puddle under herself, but she couldn't stop it. When she finished, dad wiped her, powdered her, and pulled out a fresh, clean diaper, all while holding her butt up by her ankles. The diaper, he unfolded with a great crinkle sound, then slid it under, pulled it tight around the crotch, and taped it on without setting her back in the puddle.

"There we go, now daddy's baby is all clean and dry." He picker her up and held her tight, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, as she began to suck her thumb, and drift off to sleep.

Stacy woke up. She was on her bed, the covers pulled back, and lying on the bed pad. It hadn't done much good at soaking up her naptime accident. Her jeans and t-shirt were wet and stank of urine. The sheet that covered the plastic one would need a wash. Stacy began to cry as in her dream. Soon, mom came up and saw what had happened.

"Oh, no, my sweet girl," mom said. She ran to her daughter's side and held her tight, with no regard to the wet mess on the girl and the bed.

"I'm so sorry this is happening to you, I wish that I could stop it, hon." Stacy thanked her mother, then mom said, "I'll do your laundry. You just go take a good, long shower."

"Okay, mom. Thanks again."

"I'm just glad I carried you upstairs before it happened," dad said.

"Stacy, do you remember when you were about 8, we took you to the doctor about your daytime problems? Well, I want you to do some of the things he had you doing then. You should start your bladder strengthening exercises today, and I want you to go to the restroom every two hours, whether you think you need to or not."

"But, dad - "

Mom said, "It's for your own good, honey. You don't want this to happen to you again, do you?"

"No, mom. I don't," Stacy went upstairs to read a book in her room.

Stacy did not want to have a napping accident again, and she certainly did not want to go back to the way it was when she was eight. Thinking back, she realized that the diapers she wore in her dream were the same ones she wore to bed back then. What really bothered her was what she had to wear to school in those days...

---To Be Continued---


Part 3


Stacy was now 13 years old and still wetting the bed on occasion. With each wetting, mom and dad added one week to the time she had to wear Goodnites pull-up diapers to bed and one month to the time she needed to keep a plastic sheet on her bed. Stacy was also wetting herself during afternoon naps and had been told by her parents to do bladder control exercises and go to the bathroom on a schedule. At least she was potty trained, finally.

Mom and dad had tried to potty train Stacy when she was nearly three years old, and they continued to do so for several years. It wasn't that Stacy was a slow learner, it was just that her body wasn't ready. They put her in terrycloth training pants when she was three, but she just ended up wetting her pants, so they put her into disposable pull-up diapers. When they sent her off to kindergarten, they told her that the other kids would laugh at her because of the pull-ups, and they worked with the school to make sure Stacy had regular changing times in the nurse's office. The other kids thought she had to take medicine at the nurse's.

Stacy made a friend named Nellie. Nellie invited Stacy over for a sleepover. Stacy came home and said, "Mommy, I wanna go to Nellie's house an' 'pend the night."

Mom said, "Okay, baby, let me talk to your dad about it."

"Otay, mommy."

Mom and dad talked with Nellie's parents about Stacy's diapers. They said that Nellie wore Pampers to bed as she was still a bed wetter, so they made a plan to tell each of the girls about the others' problem. It went very well and they became close friends. By the time they were in fourth grade, Nellie had stopped wetting the bed, and Stacy was finally out of pull-ups. At thirteen, Stacy thought she had her problem beat, but as puberty made her feel like she was becoming a woman, it also brought her back to her childish problem.

After three weeks of being a bed wetter again, Stacy was only dry about 5 nights a week, and she was having occasional daytime accidents. Her teachers had become annoyed with the number of times she used the bathroom during the day, so her parents sent a note to the school and she didn't have to worry about wetting her pants in school. At home was different. Part of her re-potty training was to wear Goodnites at home or when she went anywhere with the family. She was to hold it as long as she could to exercise her bladder muscles, then hurry to the bathroom. It was terribly embarrassing and it made her feel like a child again, but she could wear skirts or loose pants so no one would know about her diaper. There was only one terribly embarrassing incident.

The Saturday before Nellie's birthday party, Stacy's parents took her to the mall to shop for a present. She made sure to use the bathroom before leaving the house and made sure her pull-up diaper was on good and tight. She was getting used to the comfort and security the diapers gave her, but she was still determined to get out of them. She wore a blue t-shirt tucked into her long black skirt so there was no chance of the Goodnite being spotted. Mom wanted to look for new shoes, and Dad needed a new drill, so Stacy was left on her own to find a present for Nellie, the family was to meet in one hour at the food court for lunch, then do some shopping together. Stacy quickly found some great presents for Nellie at Claire's, then wandered through a few other stores while she waited for the hour to be up. As the hour was almost up, she began to feel the familiar sensation of needing to pee, but it wasn't urgent, so she held it like she was supposed to do to exercise those muscles. Stacy met her parents at the food court and they all had pizza. Stacy was careful not to drink her soda too fast. When she stood up from eating, she felt the return of the familiar sensation, but she knew that she could still hold it and she wanted to avoid the inevitable questioning from her parents. Stacy went with her parents to the bookstore.

In the bookstore, Stacy picked up a copy of one of the newest fantasy novels. As she began to read passages from it, she was suddenly hit by a powerful urge. She put the book down and hurried out of the store as fast as she could while holding it in. Stacy knew exactly where the bathroom was and made straight for it.

"Oh, no," she thought. Standing between her and the hallway to the bathroom was Mandy Cooper, a friend whom Stacy didn't exactly like and whom she definitely didn't want to know she was wearing a Goodnite and about to wet it. Many was the kind of girl who was only nice to people who were high on the middle school social ladder and Stacy was one wetting accident away from loosing her position on the ladder.

"Hey, there, Stace, what's the hurry?" Mandy asked sweetly.

"Oh, nothing," Stacy said coming to a stop in front of Mandy so she wouldn't look suspicious, "I just have to go to the little girls room."

"Oh," Mandy replied with a smile, "Hey, are you going to Nellie's party next week?"

Stacy was trying to politely pull away from Mandy, "Yes, I am. I just got her present today," she said as she tried to step away.

Mandy was walking with Stacy, "I will definitely be there. I got her a great present. What did you get her?"

Stacy said, "Oh, a few things from Claire's she'll really like," then tried to break away from Mandy.

Mandy wasn't having it, she was following Stacy down the hall to the bathroom now. Stacy was concentrating on holding in her pee, trying to politely walk away from Mandy, answer Mandy's questions in a normal way, and worrying that Mandy would discover that she was wearing a diaper, or worse that she would loose control right here in front of Mandy. Something had to give.

Whether the bathroom was just too far or Mandy was taking away too much of her concentration, Stacy couldn't keep it together. About halfway down the long corridor to the bathroom, Stacy sprung a leak. With horror, she felt the warm liquid flow like a jet stream out of her and into the diaper. She tried to stop herself but it was no good. As the stream slowed and the liquid settled into the diaper to be absorbed, Stacy silently prayed that the Goodnite did not leak. She had not wet much, as it turned out, so she felt safe that Mandy wouldn't discover the secret. Suddenly, she remembered Mandy and realized that they had both stopped walking.

"What's wrong?" Mandy asked.

"Oh, I, uh, just got a terrible stomach ache. My gosh, it's bad." Stacy resumed walking to the bathroom so she wouldn't arouse suspicion in the untrustworthy Mandy Cooper. They both continued the trip to the bathroom, where Stacy emptied what little urine was left in her and checked on the condition of the Goodnite. It was wet, but could easily hold another light wetting or two.

Next: "The Sleepover"

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